<DIV><DIV><B>The not-at-all-everyday new poetry collection by Albert Goldbarth, twice winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award<BR></B><BR><DIV><I>          I brought a book of many words <BR>to an emptiness in my heart, <BR>and I shook them out in there, to fill it. <BR>In my time I wrote this very thing. <BR>In your time you read it. <BR>                                        </I>—from “What We Were Like” <P></P>Virtuoso poet Albert Goldbarth returns with a new collection that describes the wonders of everyday people—overprotective parents, online gamblers, newlyweds, Hercules, and Jesus. In Goldbarth's poetry—expansive, wild, and hilarious—he argues that our ordinary failures, heroics, joy, and grief are worth giving voice to, giving thanks for. <I>Everyday People </I>is an extraordinary new book by a poet who “in thirty-five years of writing has amassed a body of work as substantial and intelligent as that of anyone in his generation” (William Doreski, <I>The Harvard Review</I>).</DIV></DIV></DIV>